Section XXXVIII Declaration

Flint did everything he could to calm his nervous mood a little.

He knew very well that if it weren't for Ashrufat, he would have been lying in that rocky field by now waiting to feed the crows—or worse. But, like all young people, he couldn't help but think in his head that it would be nice if this qiē was really done by him.

Of course, this is just a matter of thinking. He had fought Atoryan, and it couldn't have been a battle. He could have believed that if Atolian had taken him seriously, he might not have been able to take a single round. It's not an exaggeration or he's self-conscious, but the difference between a Chaos Lord and a Chaos Warrior, that's it.

If one day...... I can become a Chaos Lord too......

Flint's mind was fantasizing for a while. Although he was supposed to "take a break" as an excuse, he was really too tired this day. Although it is said that the body of the northerners is generally stronger than that of the southerners, he has really experienced too many things today. It's a physical and mental fatigue that even a Chaos warrior can't resist. Before he knew it, he fell asleep.

When Flint woke up, it was already dark.

He walked out, and to his horror, the members of the tribal council (except for the mortally wounded Assowen) were all waiting quietly in the open space in the middle of the camp, by the altar of Slaanesh. Everyone looked at him with awe. Then he remembered that he was no longer the same as he was today. Now he is no longer "Flint the Chaos Warrior", but "Flint who killed the Chaos Lord Atolian".

On the edge of the Chaos Altar, various sacrifices have been arranged. Chief among them were booty from the enemy, including Atolian's helmet. Everyone was waiting for Flint to come over and start the ceremony.

This is normal for Chaos. This ritual is performed when something important happens in the tribe that is sufficient to please the gods, usually a military victory, or the establishment of some kind of merit or something. They dedicate their victories to the gods as a way to gain their favor.

In the past, it was the Chaos Wizard Asowen who presided over such sacrifices, but now Flint has been qualified.

Flint looked around, and to his surprise, Aerufat wasn't there. Flint was a little strange, but he couldn't help but hesitate at this point. Flint walked to the lead and began to preside over the sacrificial ceremony.

In fact, this ritual is very simple, every Chaos believer knows it (and you know, some Chaos believers can live alone in the wild), and Flint is no exception. With the liturgical fire, the red flame turned into a colorful, rainbow-like color in a very short time.

This shows one thing: the Prince of Joy was very satisfied with the sacrifice. What this tribe has done has glorified it immensely. The will of God came down on this altar, and all believers can clearly feel it.

Then, an inexplicable aroma spread. Before the altar, the people who participated in the sacrifice fell into a trance, and the will of the Prince of Joy descended from the void and swept over his followers one by one, evaluating, and checking the merits of his followers. In the feeling of relaxation and fluttering in the scent, Flint clearly felt the will of the great prince of joy and his spirit merging. It's hard to describe this pleasure, but all the other pleasures in the world, such as food, beauty, beauty, beauty, are nothing compared to this feeling of fullness, pleasure, and vitality.

If there is a person who remains calm and observes on the side. He could clearly see Flint's face contorted with extreme pleasure, his arms open as if he wanted to embrace something, and his fingers spasmed slightly.

This indescribable, intoxicating, and inextricable feeling fades like a tide. Flint opened his eyes, and the feeling was so good that he couldn't restrain himself from wanting more. Is this what the wizard Assowen used to feel? No, it can't be! Flint was quick to deny it. It was a reward for him, and only he was rewarded.

However, Flint did not know the reason for the reward. Was he the reward for fulfilling the blood oath, though Flint himself admitted that it was only because of Eshurufat. But as mentioned earlier, the concept of the Chaos Evil God in this regard is very similar to that of humans: the merit of the subordinates is the merit of the leader, and the achievements of the subordinates are the achievements of the leader. Flint made a bloody oath to take out the scouts (though it turned out to be no ordinary scouts), and he did (of course, it was all luck), so he was rewarded.

Another possibility is the reward for killing the Chaos Lord Atolian. Since Ashrufat did not attend this ceremony, was the honor bestowed on Flint?

While he was thinking this, he suddenly remembered something else. By the way, Divine Grace, did he get Divine Grace?

He had never experienced this before, but after calming down, he could clearly feel some subtle changes in his body...... How to put it, full of power.

He quickly ran to the side and tried to move a stone—it was a very large one. With experience, he knows that it is difficult to move on his own. But this time, he found that the situation was different, and before he could use all his strength, the stone was already being picked up by him.

That's right, that's charisma. He almost couldn't control himself. From this moment on, he was already a Chosen Warrior. Of course, although he has not proven it in actual combat, Flint believes that he is now a strong one even among the Chosen Ones.

But...... But it's just a chosen warrior.

Although on the surface, the division of classes within the chaos is relatively simple, but in fact, every time you raise a class, you can immediately form an absolute control ability over the people below. This is because it is extremely difficult to raise one's own class. This requires the approval of the gods, in other words, any means of bribery, bribery, deception, threats, cheating, etc., are all jokes. Only real results, and extraordinary results. so that you can cross this barrier-like gap.

Extraordinary achievements - the literal meaning of the word itself means that it is difficult to do. Otherwise, how can it be called "extraordinary"?

The sacrificial fire has been restored to its normal flame color. This time, the Prince of Joy was greatly pleased, at least in the history of Flint, he had never seen such a strong divine will descend on him. The original aroma had vanished into the night sky, and the members of the tribe had almost returned to normal. More than one person was looking forward to it, because it was clear that many of them would be able to improve this time.

Then came another ritual. While the Prince of Pleasure's gaze was not far away, the captives were carried to the altar one by one to make their own choices. In fact, this choice is not difficult to make. Often, whenever given the opportunity, the captives were willing to join the victor's side - with the exception of a few high-ranking members. And, because of the constraints of divine power, those practices of "fake surrender" will not work.

This new addition to the ceremony was generally smooth. Of the captives, only three were executed, and the others willingly joined the small tribe. All of a sudden, there were more than a hundred more members in the tribe. However, it is a pity that although there are many more members, there are not many new fighters. In the previous night raids, many people resisted stubbornly and were eventually killed.

By the time the new member's spiritual ordeal was over, the entire horde of the tribe—by which I meant all the warriors, including the Marauders and the Chaos Warriors—gathered around the altar for the final proclamation. That's right, Flint needs one more step, in front of everyone, in front of the altar of the gods, to declare himself the leader of the tribe. Although this is "temporary", since Flint has become a Chosen Warrior at a young age, what is it strange to say that he can go further? Don't forget that Flint actually killed the Chaos Lord Atolian in the battle during the day today.

With such a feat, let alone in the future, even if Flint was directly promoted to the Chaos Champion just now, then no one would be surprised. According to a deep-seated prejudice in Chaos, a Chaos Champion is more suitable as a tribal leader than a Chaos Wizard.

Everyone stared at Flint, waiting for him to open his mouth to announce this. Flint also looked at the crowd as he saw Aerufat's face in the crowd. I don't know when he came back, but at the moment Ashruphat was in the crowd, looking at Flint.

"Guys, I've decided to ......" Flint clenched his fists and slowly let go. "Accept the results of our previous elections. He said. "We all swore to obey, so we shouldn't break it. ”

Everyone was stunned, you look at me, I look at you, for fear that I heard it wrong. Not to mention anyone else, even Claire herself couldn't believe her ears. True, she did want to fight for the position of this temporary leader before, and even bribed Moore for it. But before was before, and now is now. After Flint's triumphant return, even Claire herself had completely given up hope.

How is that possible?

After a few seconds, Flint still didn't speak, and people finally realized that it wasn't a joke. The whole tribe was talking, and everyone was guessing one after another. But in the end, I don't know who came up with an idea that prevailed. That is, Asowen's injuries are not as severe as they seem - in this case, full of potential, Flint, who is working towards the Chaos Champion in the future, does not attach much importance to the status of this "temporary leader".

In other words, this is a classic example of a change in the mind of a person due to a change in status. Previously, Flint was fighting for this position because he was just a mere Chaos Warrior, and he didn't even know when (or even if) he would become a Chosen Warrior. But now that he's clearly blessed as an undisputed Chosen One (and possibly one of the Prince of Pleasure), even the status of Chaos Champion is within reach. In that case, the position of interim leader is a chicken rib for Flint, and it doesn't matter if he gives it up.

After making this declaration, Flint clearly saw Ashruphat smile slightly.